I hereby declare that my love for thy is the truth;
Absurd only in the eyes of the peasants in this kingdom.
A love so sweet like a fantasy, dancing with the fireflies with my prince.
In love, we were so in love, that the witches were jealous.
But we love in monarch; both fighting for the love;
Failed to protect the crowned love.
Fast approaching, our swords were clashing;
Bathed with our own blood; A love so tragic that we end up ending our lives.
I was his princess, and he was my prince;
Crowned our love, yet our love became crown-less.
Thought about dying in the arms of my prince where supposed to be my shield when crying.
My, my, what a tragic ending our love would be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem